AlexiaandErica

I am tired of living a shitty life, lying about who I am and who I want to be. I am not Samantha Marie, Female. I am Devyn Jace, Male. I am not headaches, anxiety, and disordered eating. I am transgender, writer, poet. I am my soul and my identity. I am not brown hair, green eyes, white skin. I am infinite universes in a mortal body that cannot be meaured by society's standards. I am the scars that line my wrists, my ribs, my thighs. I am "Perfect" and "Apricity" and "Don't Eat." The words that I carved into my flesh as permanent reminders of the past, as permanent reminders of how much I dislike myself. I am not Happy, and I am not Sad. I am